160: The God of Slaughter has returned, and with only one gun, he slaughters until the zombie horde stops flowing!

As the eye socket of the last Floating Corpse, now reduced to a mere torso, was pierced by a dagger, a faint white light of life entered Zhao Ze's body.

Zhao Ze, whose face had been pale as parchment, finally had his chest heaving with strength. At the wound that was deep enough to reach the bone, granulation tissue stirred, and a thin scab had already formed.

"He's alive... he's actually f*cking alive!"

Zhou Hai collapsed onto the ground, using his large hand, caked in black ash and blood, to fiercely wipe his face, smearing away tears and snot in a crude, wild-child manner, yet he grinned foolishly.

The sense of exhaustion from having forcibly snatched his brother back from the hands of the King of Hell left him without the strength to even move a finger.

Lu Sheng looked down, confirming that both their vital signs were stable and that they had merely fallen into a deep coma to undergo self-repair, so he did not linger.

He straightened up, casually wiping the viscous black blood from his fingertips onto a nearby sandbag.

In that instant.

The gaze that had been slightly warm while saving others just moments ago vanished in an instant.

In its place were two bottomless black abysses, capable of freezing the Soul.

That was the signal that the God of Slaughter had returned.

Lu Sheng strode across the trench, bypassed the still-dazed Zhang Yi, and stood directly on the highest command platform of the defense line.

The sea wind whipped, fluttering his naval coat, which was long since soaked in blood and whose original color was no longer discernible.

"Everyone, listen to my orders."

Lu Sheng's voice was not loud, and he did not use a megaphone, but bolstered by his spirit source, it clearly penetrated everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable, absolute pressure.

"Assist me in clearing the field."

"There is no need to conserve ammunition; shoot until your gun barrels turn red, and fire until you are out of bullets."

He turned around, his dragon devouring spear pointing toward the churning black Corpse Tide, his tone grim:

"Tonight, we slaughter them all."

No questioning, no hesitation.

Even Zhang Yi, despite being the supreme commander, subconsciously straightened his back and roared: "Yes!!"

"Boom——!!"

Before the words had even faded, the concrete platform beneath Lu Sheng's feet shattered with a roar.

He transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, and with terrifying speed, he rushed once more into the dense black tide.

This time, he had no worries left behind.

Lu Sheng unleashed his full power.

"Hum——!!"

The dragon devouring spear carved golden full moons through the air, wide-sweeping and domineering beyond compare.

There was no technique, just pure, crushing power and extreme, rapid harvesting.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

Wherever the spear's radiance passed, a rain of blood filled the sky.

Those Floating Corpses, which seemed ferocious and terrifying to ordinary soldiers, were now like waves of ripe wheat, mowed down in droves by a harvester named "Lu Sheng."

Severed limbs flew, and black blood gathered into a river.

Qin Yue, Lin Hu, and Zhang Yi led the remaining troops, attempting to keep up and provide covering fire, only to despairingly discover—they couldn't keep up at all!

Lu Sheng's pace of advance was simply too fast!

Often, just as they set up their machine guns and aimed at the horde ahead, Lu Sheng had already carved through that area, leaving nothing but minced meat behind for them.

"Does... does this f*cking even need us?"

Lin Hu clutched his Thunder Halberd, staring at the figure galloping through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the corners of his mouth twitching wildly.

They, the so-called elites, had now been reduced to janitors responsible for finishing off stragglers and cleaning up the battlefield.

Occasionally, a few Level 4 elite Floating Corpses hidden within the horde would attempt to sneak attack when Lu Sheng's momentum waned.

"Death wish."

Lu Sheng didn't even turn his head, delivering a backhanded spear strike.

"Bang!"

The spear's radiance exploded, and before that elite Floating Corpse could even bare its fangs, it was blasted into scattered remains.

He reached out with his left Dragon Claw, and the Dragon Claw - Blood Devour rune flared to life.

A red flash, and blood energy surged into his body.

His breathing, which had been slightly labored from the intense exertion, instantly steadied.

If this were any ordinary Level 6 Spirit Source User, they would have been exhausted long ago.

This was the power brought by his God-Tier Sequence Talent!

As the slaughter drew to a close, Lu Sheng seemed to find the monsters on the shore too few, not enough to satisfy him.

"Too slow."

He frowned slightly, watching the Corpse Tide that continued to clamber up from the sea, a flash of impatience in his eyes.

Next second.

Before everyone's shocked eyes, Lu Sheng leaped.

"Boom!"

He leaped directly into the turbulent sea!

His spirit source erupted beneath his feet, allowing him to tread upon the sea as if it were solid ground.

One man, one spear.

One hundred meters from the shore, he drew a golden blockade of death upon the surface of the sea!

"Come on!!"

Lu Sheng let out a roar, his dragon devouring spear sweeping through the ranks.

Every Floating Corpse that attempted to cross this line was intercepted and slaughtered by him in the water, their bodies filling the shallows and staining the seawater ink-black.

Behind the defense line.

Zhou Hai sat on a sandbag, cradling the machine gun with its glowing red barrel. He fired casually at a few stragglers while watching the figure on the sea, who looked like a god, his eyes dazed.

He tremblingly fished half a pack of crushed cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag.

Amidst the curling smoke, he seemed to see the scene from two months ago in the Magic City.

That Level 1 rookie Lu Sheng, who still needed their protection and had said, with a naive face, that his strength had increased.

Back then, who could have imagined that this kid would make it this far?

"Hoo..."

Zhou Hai exhaled a ring of smoke, a look of immense pride spreading across his burly face.

He nudged the soldier beside him, who was staring in a daze, and pointed at Lu Sheng on the sea, boasting loudly:

"See that? That f*cker was trained by yours truly!"

"The first time I saw him, I knew that kid was a piece of unpolished jade!"

"How about that? Don't I have a sharp eye?!"

On the side of the defense line, Qin Yue and Lin Hu didn't have the inclination to brag like Zhou Hai.

The two military majors stared, dumbstruck, at the tireless figure on the sea, the shock in their hearts akin to a tenth level tsunami.

"Lin Hu..."

Qin Yue lowered her war bow, her voice dry, as if she were chewing sand: "Do you remember... when we first met Major Lu?"

Lin Hu swallowed hard, his gaze fixed: "I remember. It seems like it was a month ago, at the Purple Gold Mountain port."

"Back then... he was only Level 4, right?"

"Yeah... Level 4."

The two locked eyes, both seeing the emotion known as "questioning reality" in the other's eyes.

One month.

Jumping from Level 4 to Level 6.

If it were just a normal level-up, that would be one thing.

But the combat power Lu Sheng displayed—how could that possibly be what a Level 6 Spirit Source User is capable of?

Slaughtering a Level 7 leader while cross-ranking was like butchering a dog, and he was guarding the sea alone, slaughtering the Corpse Tide to a standstill!

This growth rate, this omnipotent combat style—it was as if he were cheating!

Lin Hu shook his head bitterly, glancing at the Thunder Halberd in his hand, his expression one of existential doubt.

Is this the difference between a Genius and a Mortal?

No, this is no longer just a Genius.

This is a Prodigy.

PS: Today's update (3/4).